Author: Deanna Raybourn
Published: March 3, 2026 by Berkley
Format: Kindle, 336 Pages
Genre: Historical Mystery
Series: Veronica Speedwell #10
Blurb: When the corpse of an entitled young man is found entirely drained of blood in a carriage next to Highgate Cemetery, Veronica’s interest is piqued. And then a second victim is found, his death made to look like a suicide, and Veronica and her intrepid beau, Stoker, know the hunt is on. The two men share one link: they were both members of a society so secretive that only a singular mention of it can be found anywhere.
Thirsty for more clues, Veronica and Stoker hear that a young Roma boy may know more about their first victim, but the only way to the boy is through an old acquaintance of Stoker’s, Lady Julia Brisbane. Lady Julia and her dashing husband, Nicholas, occasionally track down murderers and are only too happy to help. But as it becomes clear the secret society is a dangerous sect looking to entice immortality seekers, Veronica and Stoker find themselves ensnared by a decidedly more sinister couple.
The professed leader of the society claims to be a creature of the night; his partner practices witchcraft and they both fancy themselves emissaries of the otherworldly. Just as Veronica and Stoker get closer to learning the true purpose of the society and unraveling this macabre mystery, another body turns up, and they quickly discover they’ve gone from being the hunters to the hunted.
My Opinion: Another entry in one of my favorite series, this novel delivers the charm, humor, and character chemistry I keep coming back for—just not without testing my patience along the way.
The book is packed with idioms, archaic vocabulary, and British slang, which was enough to make me grateful for having a dictionary at the ready while reading on my Kindle. Once you either accept or ignore the linguistic flourishes, the story underneath is genuinely good. The banter is sharp, the humor lands, and the characters remain as magnetic as ever. It’s a quick read in that familiar Raybourn way: even when the pacing wobbles, the world doesn’t want to let you go.
One of the real pleasures here is seeing Veronica feel like herself again. In the last couple of books, she drifted toward a softer, almost fawning version of her usual self—something that dulled the spark that makes her so compelling. This time, she’s back to her sharp, incisive, wonderfully “Veronica ish” self, and it’s a relief.
But the novel isn’t without its frustrations. The reliance on obscure vocabulary slows down the reading, and the story itself becomes bogged down in overly descriptive scenes and unnecessary detours. The main plot keeps slipping out of focus, and for a series that usually balances momentum with atmosphere so well, that imbalance stands out. I’ve read every book in this series, and I can’t remember another that left me quite this irritated.
Even so, the characters, the bickering, and the humor still shine. I just hope that next time Raybourn sets aside the thesaurus and leans into what she does best: telling an engaging, tightly paced story with the characters readers adore.
Thirsty for more clues, Veronica and Stoker hear that a young Roma boy may know more about their first victim, but the only way to the boy is through an old acquaintance of Stoker’s, Lady Julia Brisbane. Lady Julia and her dashing husband, Nicholas, occasionally track down murderers and are only too happy to help. But as it becomes clear the secret society is a dangerous sect looking to entice immortality seekers, Veronica and Stoker find themselves ensnared by a decidedly more sinister couple.
The professed leader of the society claims to be a creature of the night; his partner practices witchcraft and they both fancy themselves emissaries of the otherworldly. Just as Veronica and Stoker get closer to learning the true purpose of the society and unraveling this macabre mystery, another body turns up, and they quickly discover they’ve gone from being the hunters to the hunted.
My Opinion: Another entry in one of my favorite series, this novel delivers the charm, humor, and character chemistry I keep coming back for—just not without testing my patience along the way.
The book is packed with idioms, archaic vocabulary, and British slang, which was enough to make me grateful for having a dictionary at the ready while reading on my Kindle. Once you either accept or ignore the linguistic flourishes, the story underneath is genuinely good. The banter is sharp, the humor lands, and the characters remain as magnetic as ever. It’s a quick read in that familiar Raybourn way: even when the pacing wobbles, the world doesn’t want to let you go.
One of the real pleasures here is seeing Veronica feel like herself again. In the last couple of books, she drifted toward a softer, almost fawning version of her usual self—something that dulled the spark that makes her so compelling. This time, she’s back to her sharp, incisive, wonderfully “Veronica ish” self, and it’s a relief.
But the novel isn’t without its frustrations. The reliance on obscure vocabulary slows down the reading, and the story itself becomes bogged down in overly descriptive scenes and unnecessary detours. The main plot keeps slipping out of focus, and for a series that usually balances momentum with atmosphere so well, that imbalance stands out. I’ve read every book in this series, and I can’t remember another that left me quite this irritated.
Even so, the characters, the bickering, and the humor still shine. I just hope that next time Raybourn sets aside the thesaurus and leans into what she does best: telling an engaging, tightly paced story with the characters readers adore.